I'm their biggest fan

This post is dedicated to Jule Ann, who delurked today in the comments section because she rightly intuited that I am delicately constitutioned enough to need moral bolstering if I am going to post daily this month. Like the good Samaritans with paper cups of gatorade along the marathon route. Thank you, Jule Ann. We'll make a Jen of you yet.

(The rest of you better pass 'round the sign-up sheet. It's day three, and I'm already getting cramps.)



This is a photo of me (on the left) talking to Tracey, who delurked at my cousin Erika's wedding reception. I think this was the first time I met a reader in person of whom I had no prior knowledge. It was kind of freaky--I was aware she knew all kinds of things about me, whereas I knew that her name was Tracey. There was actually a whole contingent of people familiar with my blog at the wedding. There's a lesson in this. If building traffic is your goal, blog about someone else's life and let them promote it shamelessly.

As more and more of you come out of the closet, I am impressed with what a loyal and supportive bunch you are. Tiny, and quiet, to be sure. But true blue. Like smurfs.

Sometimes one of you gets outed by a third party. "So-and-so says she reads your blog," someone will mention in passing. Maybe they're just using your name as a cover. If so, you better go and put a stop to it right now. They are probably using your name and credit card to surf porn sites as well. But if it is true, welcome. No, no, don't get up. You don't have to delurk. Jule Ann and Tracey are probably wishing to hell they didn't.

But rest assured, it will make my day if you do.